.....Passing by... Thru the vestibule of emotions
Surfaces chronicles of life
Chapter to Chapter
No Preface..
Either Said or Unsaid....
hair raising moments...from the follicles of memory membrane
Staring passe window screens of that flipping reservoir
concatenate concatenate ....
between the rows and columns of that circle square
which direction did you overlook ....or you saw it all through
and could not disseminate...
Hear Hear Hearts sphere...
Did you not know it has its corners
some in icy cubes some in wooden cubicles...
some breaching the perimeters
some screeching in the centres
Policing Vein ensuring them in right places..
Rental or permanent spaces...
When I walked past the street of guts
All I had was a punch of grit
Wary Eyed I moved past the dark roads
Moving on there was a hunch of a stalker
But When I turned and looked for the walker
My own shadow was following behind
| 
